PlayStation (feat. Buddy)

Flying out frequently, constantly traveling I feel like Makaveli, right now I get around, I get around (yeah) London, then Paris, Africa, Italy Racking up frequent flyer miles I get around, yeah, I get around Would you love me (yeah) While I'm suffering? Tell me, would you love me (yeah) While I'm suffering? Yeah, I'm just tryna get these commas little bit You think I don't miss my mom a little bit? I know I've been fucking up a little bit At least when I come back, I'm coming back rich People I wanna take, but I can't take all 'em I don't wanna be on the Internet fake ballin' Rolling Stone roamin' charges on my phone callin' Money young, but I'm rappin' 'til I'm Weezy like I'm from New Orleans She don't understand the shit it takes, I'm goin' all in She just see the CC's and the VV's on the bra's, man You cannot compare your success to other people's success 'Cause you just gonna end up stressed, baby You know I'd rather be sitting and seein' your face I got puff and a tour on the way It's a labor of love, I'm a slave When I can't fuck with you, shit is lame Flying out frequently, constantly traveling I feel like Makaveli, right now I get around (yeah), I get around (yeah) London, then Paris, Africa, Italy Racking up frequent flyer miles I get around, yeah, I get around Would you love me (yeah) While I'm suffering? Would you love me (yeah) While I'm suffering?